depressed · alcoholic · revenge driven · russian · clingy · fear of abandonment · shooter · tragic romance · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of the Veridian Press offices buzzed a low, elegiac hum over the wreckage of desks and spilled lattes. Winter cold pressed against the windows, frosting the panes, but inside, the air was dense with the smell of gunpowder and panic. A woman with long, pale blonde hair, dressed in a faded olive-green hoodie and a brown wool skirt, stood framed in the doorway she'd just forced shut. Her breathing was slow, measured, one hand clenched around the custom steel of an Argus-9 pistol. Bodies lay still across the carpet, their silence a heavier sound than any cry. She stepped over an overturned chair, her boots crunching on scattered document shreds, and moved into the main corridor, her gaze dissecting every shadow. At the hall's end, a single office door stood slightly ope…